You little poets crying pain
   Just stand on your podium preaching beauty
   I've gotta leave you in the rain
   Now I've heard many people like you
   From the undergrounds of France
   Pushing your sickly sweet impressions of romance

       My ears have parasites
       My ears have parasites

   You think I've never heard the lines before
   With the candy sun and the creaking door
   Get your head out of the cotton clouds
   Put your precious feet on the floor
   Don't give me those power lines
   Just hit it right on
   You can be precise
   Miracles of mystery
   With vagueness your device

       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)

   Now clarify, what did you say?
   You know you're not making any sense
   Are you describing a vision of beauty?
   Or a chain of events?
   Oh get to the point you sappy wimps
   I haven't got a lot of time

   Simplicity is beauty
   Are there poets less sublime?

       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites (go away)
       My ears have parasites
       My ears have parasites


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